The rebirth of the ancient sword fairy in Gaowu City

Chapter 112 I Throw, Throw, Throw
The lottery is conducted publicly on the large screen in the center of the venue.

But Song Qiuchen noticed.

That is, the names of ten people have been screened out in advance and assigned to ten different virtual arenas.

This is the so-called freshman special training class.

The ten strongest people.

Like the seeding teams in football, they are split beforehand to avoid being grouped together in the first preliminary round.

In this way, the possibility of the weak advancing by chance is minimized.

Ten seeded players, including those he knew, Yu Zhentian, Ji Qingshi, and Gu Feier.

Yu Zhentian, who had been crushed by Song Qiuchen many times, now looked different.

His expression was light and calm, revealing the demeanor of a future grandmaster.

Among Song Qiuchen's classmates, Zhai Yiming, Wang Lin, Qian Sanpang, Tai Hong, Tian Lili, Leia, Teng Fei, Qi Han, Zhang Mo, Wan Hao and Zhao Chi were selected for the preliminary round.

After drawing lots, No. 798 Song Qiuchen was assigned to the third virtual ring.

The seed player in the arena here is Ji Qingshi.

I saw that he didn't look at Song Qiuchen, but the panic in his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.

Of course, he might not meet Song Qiuchen.

In each virtual arena, sixty people fight against each other.

Basically, the winning rate must reach more than half before it is possible to advance.

It is estimated that many people have quit before the game is over.

At this moment, there are ten mentors, standing in front of ten light curtains, that is, the virtual arena, as the referees of the arena.

The assignment of opponents for each group begins.

The lottery results began to scroll on the big screen.

"No. 117 vs. No. 680!"

"No. 86 vs. No. 438!"

"No. 512 vs. No. 474!"

……

In front of each virtual arena on the field, the announcement of the referee instructor sounded.

In the first few rounds of competition, the winner was quickly determined.

The strong players in each virtual arena basically deal with their opponents with one or two moves.

For example, Yu Zhentian, the seed in the eighth ring, and Gu Feier, the seed in the fifth ring, both defeated their opponents with one move.

Yu Zhentian also directly killed his opponent with one move several times, of course this was in the virtual world.

But even so, when the opponent came out of the virtual warehouse, his face was still pale.

Other seeded players often have to go through several tricks to defeat their opponents.

Therefore, for a while, Yu Zhentian and Gu Feier became the focus of the audience.

Many people even compare them as golden boys and jade girls.

"No. 798 vs. No. 45!"

After a while, it was finally Song Qiuchen's turn to take the stage.

He sat in the virtual warehouse again.

After entering the preliminary round, you can carry weapons into the virtual world, and the attributes of the weapons will be the same as the real ones.

But you can't carry protective armor such as Baojia, otherwise it will be scanned.

This is also normal. If some wealthy students buy high-level armor, they will be almost invincible, and the competition will be unfair.

Song Qiuchen didn't carry any weapons.

Of course, in his interspatial ring, there is the Longquan sword, the blue long knife seized from Sanye Zhenren, the round shield and other magic weapons, as well as a few unprocessed alloy weapons.

As for Chiyu Feijian, it turned into a sword pill and hid in his body.

"Bobo." The radio wave scanned Song Qiuchen's whole body again.

His weapon was not scanned. ,

In the next second, he had already appeared in the No. [-] virtual ring.

His opponent, No. 45, was a boy named Li Fei from Class Three.

It is also a high-end product.

"Song Qiuchen, I've heard of you."

"Although you have some skills."

"But you came here empty-handed, are you looking down on me, Li Fei?"

Holding the alloy long knife, Li Fei shouted sharply.

"There's a lot of nonsense." Song Qiuchen frowned.

In the next second, the other party, strictly speaking, was the other party's mental body in his hand, and threw it out of the range of the mask.

Li Fei's body came out of the virtual warehouse with a confused look on his face.

Not only him, but everyone didn't see clearly what was going on.

"Come on, throw people like balls, it's very arrogant."

"This freshman is too crazy."

Many old students shook their heads.

"No. 798 wins!" After the referee instructor announced, Song Qiuchen quit the virtual world and came out of the virtual cabin.

Earned a point.

His opponent in the first round was not strong, so everyone didn't take it seriously.

But at this time, on other arenas, the battle was in full swing.

On the second ring, Zhai Yiming held an alloy long sword and had been fighting for a long time with a long-haired boy from the elite class.

He played against an opponent in the ordinary class before and won easily.

But it's unlucky to get an elite class in this round.

I saw that his mental body was covered in blood. After being stabbed several times, one arm was cut off, and a whirling stabbing sword pierced the opponent's throat.

Of course this is in a virtual arena.

But when Zhai Yiming's body came out of the virtual warehouse, his face was pale and his body kept shaking, and the severe pain tormented him whether it would go away for a while.

On the fourth ring, classmate Tian Lili danced with a long sword. She is a swordsman and already had the upper hand. She forced an opponent from ordinary class 22 to the corner of the ring, and finally swept the opponent out of the ring with a single sword.

On the No. [-] ring, classmate Wang Lin's long hair fluttered, and the shadow of his fists filled the sky, crushing his opponent so much that he couldn't lift his head.

This round, Song Qiuchen's acquaintances all won.

"No. 798 vs. No. 112!" Soon it was Song Qiuchen's turn to play again.

This round's opponent is also from the ordinary class, from the ordinary class 38, a boy with pockmarks on his face.

His face was stern, and a pair of alloy short blades shone like a poisonous snake.

Staggered towards Song Qiuchen.

It was a killer move as soon as he made a move, and he wanted to kill Song Qiuchen's mental body on the spot. Of course, this was only in the virtual world.

But in the next second, swish!
Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and the boy with pockmarked face was once again thrown out of the range of the mask like a little chicken without the ability to resist.

"No. 798 won!" The referee instructor had a weird face.

After 10 minutes.

No. 798 Song Qiuchen played again, this time his opponent was a tall and mighty young man from ordinary Class [-].

"How dare you go empty-handed!" The young man held a huge alloy hammer.

"I can tell you, I smashed to death an evil warrior..."

The tall and mighty young man thought that Song Qiuchen looked down on him, so he shouted angrily.

In the next second, swish!
He was thrown directly out of the mask range again.

Three rounds in a row.

Every time No. 798 Song Qiuchen came on stage, the fight would not end in more than five seconds.

"Fuck, he's addicted to throwing people."

"This is Chi Guoguo's humiliation."

"I don't think so. He is too lazy to waste time."

A group of new and old students talked about it.

"Humph!"

"A grandstanding clown!"

At this time, Fang Yun, the president of Hongyun Martial Arts Club, snorted coldly.

"Xiaotian, it was really embarrassing for you to be teased by this clown several times back then." He said to Yu Zhentian at the side.

The latter looked ugly.

"Isn't Ji Qingshi in the same ring as him?"

"It should happen."

"I'll ask Ji Qingshi to show some color to the clown later, I don't like him." Fang Yun said lightly.

He didn't see Ji Qingshi not far away, with a disturbed expression.

(End of this chapter)